I wake up with my face pressed into the supple, soft leather. Looking around drowsily, I’m still in Castro's office, still on the sofa, which is the last place I remember. Except, the office is now empty, and I’m very much alone. Stretching with gratification, I quickly glance around, until my eyes catch where my knickers lay ominously on a small filing cabinet. I scarper to them and promptly slip them back on.

Wondering what to do with myself, I move around his desk. Dragging my fingertip over the wood, I slide into his large leather chair and stretch my arms flat over the top. I lift my head towards...